The Webs We Weave
joel miller x f!exotic dancer reader main masterlist | joel masterlist
Summary | Tommy booked a "stripper" for Joel's bachelor party, against his fiancees wishes.
Word Count | 3.5k
Warning | 18+ mdni, no use of y/n, pre/no outbreak, infidelity on Joels end, oral (m receiving), unprotected p in v, Joel calls reader a slut once, swearing, reader has hair that Joel can pull and his shorter than him, like always if i missed something please let me know!
Authors Notes | this fic has taken me way too long to write omg. i have looked at and reread this fic sooo many times that im not the biggest fan of it. but i hope you enjoy it! thank you to @pedgito for beta reading this!! so much love to you darling! also always thank you @saradika-graphics for the dividers!! also this might be my last fic for a little bit because i am working on a new series and its devouring all of my attention right now! <3
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“Tommy are you fucking kidding me?” Joel’s voice echoes through the dive bar as he practically screams at his younger brother, who has a solid grip on the table in order to keep him upright. He walks up to the younger Miller boy, grabbing the back of his neck like a mother cat, quickly dragging him out of the bar to finish the conversation when he takes note of the other patrons staring daggers at them.
“Ow, ow, Joel! Fuck let go of me.” His voice is slurred slightly as he scuffles out the bar behind his brother. Once his neck is finally released from Joel's harsh grasp, his hand rubs the skin to try and soothe it. “What the fuck was that for?” He stands, well sways, and looks at his brother, genuinely forgetting the reason why Joel freaked out on him.
“What was that for?” Joel's head shakes as he repeats the question. “You’re too hammered to remember what you just said to me?”
Tommy takes a moment to think, eyes wandering the sky in hopes for a clue but there's no secret message hidden in the stars tonight. “Um, I guess so.”
Joel sighs, bringing his head into his hands as Tommy fights to stay standing. “You came up to me, said don’t tell Joel but I ordered a stripper for tonight.” He could practically smell the gears turning in Tommy's brain, if he squinted hard enough he could just about see the smoke escaping from his ears.
His eyes grow wide when he finally makes the connection. “Oh shit. I said that to you?” Joel nods his head, replying only with a mhm. “I could have sworn I said that to Matt.” His hands reach into his curly black hair, tugging on it slightly to try and sober himself up, even the smallest amount.
“Tommy! You promised Hailey you wouldn’t order a stripper for my bachelor party.” Joel met his girlfriend, now fiance Hailey, 4 years ago on a blind date set up by a mutual friend. She wasn't necessarily the type that Joel usually goes for, but she was pretty and easy to talk to, so he asked if he could see her again. After that second date they made it official and after their four year anniversary Joel decided to finally ask her to marry him, thinking that he should probably start to settle down.
“Well, she technically isn’t a stripper Joel. She’s an exotic dancer.”
“Those are technically the same thing Tommy.” When Tommy found out his older brother was finally getting married, he felt like he was destined to plan the most perfect and craziest bachelor party the world has ever seen. But of course, his plans of packing up Joel and all his buddies and catching the fastest flight to Vegas, were quickly squashed by Hailey. She knew about Joel's past and how he could sort of be a player, and she didn't trust Tommy as far as she could throw him.
So Tommy settled for rounding up all the guys, booking a couple hotel rooms in San Antonio and creating Joel Miller's Bachelor Bar Crawl. Before the brothers left to meet everyone, Hailey grabbed Tommy by the ear and made him promise to not order a stripper. He promised, she smiled, they left, he ordered an exotic dancer. He doesn’t think he broke his promise to her in any way.
Tommy looks down at his watch, “Well she’s gonna be sitting in your room in about 15 minutes.” He sways slightly as he inches his way back towards the bar entrance, “If you don’t want her, you can go tell her to leave.” The sounds of guys talking and glasses clinking escape onto the quiet street when Tommy opens the door, “Give her my number though, she's hot as hell.” His laughter gets muffled behind the large wooden door, leaving Joel alone on the sidewalk, a 10 minute walk away from the hotel.
You decide that you should get to the hotel a little bit earlier than you said to give yourself enough time to get ready. You use the spare key that Tommy gave you to get into the room, taking in the messy, unmade bed, and a duffle bag open with clothes hanging halfway out of it. You pick up a soft cotton t-shirt and check the tag. Large. If this man looks anything like his brother, you think it's gonna be an easy night. Dancing for attractive, younger guys has always been easier than dancing for old men but you enjoy the money either way.
You have been dancing for a couple years now and you have loved every second of it. It makes you feel confident, watching guys drool over you and everything you do. You have never had a bad experience with customers, everyone you have danced for has been very respectful about the boundaries you set beforehand, part of that is because you like to meet up with the person before you agree to the gig, if you get the slightest weird feeling about someone, you turn down the job. Money is not more important than your life.
You set your bag on the small table in the corner of the room, quickly changing out of your street clothes and into the outfit you always wear when you’re working a bachelor party, a short white dress that drops right below your ass, a lacy white garter around your right thigh, and your finest pair of white heels.
You take a moment to admire yourself in the mirror, the dress hugging your curves in all the right places, your breast practically spilling over the low cut neckline. You settle yourself on the edge of the bed, right leg crossed over the left to show off the fabric that’s wrapped around it when you hear footsteps making their way to the door.
The heavy hotel door slowly pushes open, revealing who you can only assume is the man of the night. The first thing you notice when he pauses in the middle of the doorway is the soft brown curls that sit on the top of his head, his strong, masculine features, a perfect mustache that sits over his plush and soft looking lips, the slightly patchy beard that adorns his strong jaw.
He almost looked shocked when he noticed you perched on the end of the bed. You are surprised that there is no one behind him, not his brother, or the other men that Tommy said would be accompanying them tonight. “You must be Joel. You want me all to yourself baby?” You make sure to raise your voice up an octave and tilt your head slightly when you speak.
He clears his throat as he moves into the room, letting the door finally close and latch behind him. “That was uh, actually why I came here alone.” You watch his jaw clench and pop as his eyes wander over your body. “I didn’t know Tommy booked you for tonight.” He swallows hard before continuing his sentence. “But he promised my fiancé that he wouldn’t do this.”
“So you’re telling me to leave?” You push out your bottom lip in a pout, you shift yourself off the bed, taking a few short steps to stand in front of him. He is much taller than you, if you couldn’t see the outline of his hardened member in his jeans you would think that he’s in control of the situation, but you know that he’s just as weak as any other man.
Never once in your whole career have you ever wanted to do more than dance for these men. But your clients have also never been this attractive, with his broad shoulders, his slim waist, the sheer size of his hands.
You slowly move your finger up, tracing it over the outline of his pecks through his shirt. “But your brother already paid” You look up at him with the biggest puppy dog eyes that you can muster up. “Wouldn’t want to let that go to waste right?”
His chest rises and falls faster than before, his deep brown eyes gaze into yours then quickly bouncing to the wall behind you, almost like if he looks at you for too long he will get sucked in. Just want what you want to happen.
“Come on big boy, it’s just a little dance.” You watch his right hand clench by his side as your fingers brush against his bicep. “Not gonna cause any trouble, you can tell me to leave anytime. You make the rules.” You step away from him, giving him the space to make the decision. If he tells you to leave, you’ll leave but when he takes a seat on the edge of the bed you know he made up his mind.
You walk up to him and stand between his knees, one hand gripping his shoulder as you bend your body back, starting the routine you’ve put together a long time ago. You feel his eyes burning into your body and out of the corner of your eye you catch him tucking his hands under his legs, probably to keep him from reaching out and touching you. The thought of his strong hands caressing your body pulls the knot in your core a little tighter.
“You wanna touch me huh?”
You hear a grumble come from his throat. “I shouldn’t”
“I’m not telling you what to do, just that I wouldn't stop you.” You turn around so you are both facing the door, you bend over slightly, causing your short dress to rise up a little, giving him a perfect view of the black thong covering your pussy. Before you start to shake your ass in his face, you feel the warmth of his hands on the back of your things, offset by the cold piece of metal wrapped around his ring finger.
You turn to face him again, his hands raking up your legs to lift up the dress a tiny bit more. You can tell he looks nervous when you look at him, like he knows this isn't right and he should stop, but he can't suppress his urges anymore. “Does she take care of you?”
His fingers squeeze into your soft flesh as he speaks through his teeth. “Don’t talk about her.”
You gasp at the sudden pressure, “Does she take care of your needs?” Your voice is slightly more firm as you place a soft hand on his shoulder.
He eases the grip on your legs, rubbing the spot softly with his palms. He shakes his head softly, looking down at the floor as he answers you. “No she doesn’t. We don’t really have sexual chemistry.” When he looks back up at you his eyes are filled with guilt, talking about the woman he's supposed to marry soon in such a bad light, especially to a random woman that he just met.
You place your other hand on the nape of his neck, scratching your nails softly against his scalp, “Aw poor baby.” You do kind of feel bad for him, not being sexually compatible with the only person you can fuck for the rest of your life sounds like hell. “You want that forever huh?” Your hand traces from his shoulder over his collar bone, “Not being able to get off when you want?” You move your hand to the back of his neck, intertwining it with your other one so your arms are draped over his shoulders, “When was the last time you didn’t have quiet, boring missionary sex?”
He doesn’t answer your questions but his silence is all the answer that you need, “You miss hearing someone scream your name as you’re fucking them?” He removes his hands from your body, letting your dress fall back down into place. You take a step back from him, realizing you probably went a little too far.
“Do you do this with all of your clients?” He stands from the bed, walking past you and over to the door. You walk over to your duffle bag, couching down to reach for the handles. “I didn’t tell you to leave. I asked you a question.”
You don’t look over at him, eyes fixed on the open zipper of the bag, “No I don’t.”
“So why are you doin’ it to me sugar?” His voice is low and sultry, sending a rush through your body.
“Cause you don’t deserve shitty sex for the rest of your life.” You shrug, not really caring about being ‘professional’ anymore, he's probably gonna get a refund for his brother anyway.
Your head shoots up when you hear the deadbolt lock, he leans against the door, arms crossed over his chest, every ounce of guilt is gone from his eyes. “And are you gonna show me what good sex is darlin?”
You stand and tilt your head at him. “Oh where did Mr. came here to tell me to leave go?”
He starts walking towards you, “That was before you started talking.” When he gets to you, he places his hands on your cheeks, dragging his thumb across your bottom lip “You gonna put that mouth of yours to good use or not?”
You open your lips. Letting him slide his thumb into your mouth, sucking on softly as you never break eye contact. A smirk forms on his lips, “Mhm thats a good girl.” He pulls his thumb away letting a small string of silva fall from your mouth.
You lower to your knees, eyes inline with his throbbing cock that’s still caged in his pants. Your hands move up his strong thighs to the top of his jeans, you undo the button and slowly pull down his zipper. He helps you pull down the layers, letting his fully hard cock spring out and slap against his stomach. You don’t know what you were expecting but it wasn't this, he’s longer and thicker than what you pictured, your mouth waters slightly at the precum dribbling down his swollen and throbbing tip.
You grab the base of his dick with one hand, tilting it up as you stroke your tongue up to the head, swirling the tip of your tongue against the slit before taking it halfway into your mouth. A deep groan falls past his lips as you start to bob your head, “You’re so good at this baby.” His praises add to your arousal and you accidently moan on his cock, his hand tangled in your hair, “Oh you like when I talk to ya huh? Like hearing you’re a good little slut?”
You choke out a muffled mhm. Both of his hands are now in your hair, pushing you head further down his cock, tears well up in your eyes as you try not to gag. “I know it’s a lot baby, just a little bit more.” You elicit another moan deep from his throat as you create more suction. “Fuck, careful baby, I don’t wanna come before i feel that pretty pussy of yours.”
A couple more pushes of your head and he pulls you all the way off his dick, when you stand he wipes some of the drool away from your swollen lips. “Show me what you’ve been missing Joel.” His hands grab your hips and his lips collide with yours. He begins walking you to the bed, lips never separating from yours, his hands make their way to your ass, dipping under your dress to slide your throng down your thighs.
Once the back of your legs hit the edge of the bed he gently lowers you on your back, his hand traces your body down to your pussy as his mouth latches to your neck. His fingers dip into your wet cunt, his thumb already circling your clit. “You’re a naughty girl, being this wet on the job.” He sucks at your neck harder, front teeth grazing the soft skin.
You back arches as he slips two fingers into you, thumb applying more and more pressure, eliciting a moan from your lips. His tongue licks a strip up your neck, his hot breath leaving goosebumps in your skin as he whispers, “Can’t wait to hear you when I stretch you out with my cock baby.”
His fingers continue to pump into you as he whispers nasty things in your ear, the tension in your belly threatens to snap. “You got this darlin’ come all over my fingers.” You do just what he says, soaking his fingers before he pulls them out of you, a groan falling from your lips in annoyance as you clench around nothing. “Mhm such a good girl.”
Before you can fully come down from your high, he lines his cock up with you before thrusting into your cunt. “Oh fuck baby, you feel so good.” Your hands shoot up to grab his forearms, nails leaving little marks in his skin. His lips connect with yours again as his hips grind into you, slowly at first to get you used to his size. Once your grip loosens on his arms he picks up his pace, pulling all the way out before slamming back into you, causing you to scream his name each time.
He pulls out of you completely before he grabs your sides and flips you on your stomach. He pulls your hips up, allowing you to rest on your knees while your chest is still on the bed. He uses one hand to guide himself back into your dripping cunt while the other one grabs your hair, pulling your head slightly off the bed. You both moan in unison when he enters you again.
“That feel good darlin?” You manage to squeak out a yes as he sets his pace again. His hips snap against your ass, each motion pulls out a loud groan from his lips. He lets go of your hair, letting your head fall against the bed as one of his hands plants itself on the small of your back, helping to push your body further down his cock.
Almost like he can tell you’re getting close, his other hand loops under you, his fingers immediately finding your clit. He applies pressure with his index and middle finger, rubbing it in quick circles. He leans over you, resting his chest against your back so he can whisper in your ear. “Come on pretty girl, I know you're close.” You can tell by the way that his thrusts are growing sloppier that he’s close too.
The feeling of him sucking softly on your neck is what pushes you over the edge, your hand reaches up to tangle in his soft curls as your mouth falls open. “Good girl baby. Fuck you’re gonna make me come.” He straightens up again, he grabs your hips and he pumps into you hard again before pulling out and spilling all over your back. When you feel the bed shift, you let your hips fall against the mattress to let them rest. He comes back quickly and wipes his spend off your back.
“Damn she’s really missing out.” When he doesn’t respond you roll over and notice him sitting in a chair in the corner of the room, head in his hands. You walk over to him and scratch his back lightly, “Hey I’m sorry if I pushed you too hard, I shouldn’t have said those things.” He shakes his head and looks up at you, his big brown eyes staring into yours.
“No darlin don't be sorry. I was feeling this way for a while now, I just felt like an asshole making sex that important.” He grabs your hand and gently places a kiss on the back of it. “Thank you for solidifying everything for me.”
You scratch the top of his head almost like a pet dog, “Anytime big boy.” You walk back to your duffle bag, gathering your performance clothes on the way. You pack your bag back up, sliding into your comfy clothes in the process. Before exiting the room you jot down your phone number on a notepad on top of the dresser, sending a wink Joel’s way before letting the heavy door close behind you.
Joel sits in the chair for a while, thinking about his options. What he’s gonna tell Hailey, if he’s gonna tell her at all, if he’s gonna break off the engagement or go through with it and just live with the guilt of what he’s done.
Two months later
“Joel where the fuck are you?” Tommy screams into the phone, leaving his fifth voicemail to his brother who is supposed to be standing at the altar in 15 minutes.
“This is Joel Miller, sorry I missed ya call. Leave a voicemail and I’ll call back as soon as I can.” Rings through Tommy’s phone for the sixth time as he paces around the venue.
“Hailey’s gonna have my fucking head if I don't figure out where you are. Oh shit Joel she’s walking towards me.”
As you stand in your kitchen filling up a pot of water, you hear your phone ding from the counter. You pick it up to see a text from a random number.
“Hey pretty girl, wanna grab a drink?”
